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Where the horses are is where everything is that matters |
| WHERE THE HORSES ARE 2007 May 17, 2007 Where the horses are Is where the wind is Breathed in and snorted out And manes are waving Where the horses are Where the thunder is Stampeding across fields Rearing, bucking, kicking Over hills. Where the Horses are is where the Seasons breed summer golds And spring foals; autumn Bays and winter greys that Decorate the pastures Upon this turning globe Where the horses are. |